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of her bedroom door. He didn’t say anything as he approached, which was just as well, for her throat had gone dry at the sight of him.
    He wore jeans and a polo shirt—casual dress. There was nothing unusual about that, except Sadik was a prince and she’d never seen him in anything but a business suit or a tuxedo. Or in nothing at all.
    Don’t go there, she told herself. Thinking about Sadik being naked was incredibly dangerous…especially given her current circumstances.
    He stopped less than two feet from her. His expression didn’t give anything away, but she had the distinct impression he wasn’t happy to see her. He stood at least six feet tall, which meant it was too darned easy for him to tower over her.
    A trickle of apprehension made her want to step back. Rather than give in, she did what she always did best. Think with her mouth.
    â€œI have to say, you loom better than anyone I know,” Cleo said, leaning against the railing and striving for casual. “Is it something tall men do instinctively or is it more of a princely art?”
    His gaze narrowed. “You still have not learned to curb your tongue. As a woman, you should know better.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You left out the word mere, and that’s what really gives the sentence its spice. As a mere woman, I should know better.”
    â€œExactly.”
    His agreement didn’t make her feel very charitable or friendly. “Sadik, you’ve got to get some different material. It’s the new millennium. Women now have brains and we use them. Or didn’t you get the memo?”
    He seemed to loom a little more aggressively. “I am Prince Sadik of Bahania. You will not speak to me this way. You must learn your place.”
    â€œLast time I checked, my place was about ten feet away.” She nodded toward her room. “So I do know it, and I have to say, it’s lovely.”
    He took a half step closer, which made him way too close. Then he glared at her and growled. Cleo couldn’t believe it. There was an honest-to-goodness growling noise in his throat.
    A shiver tripped up her spine and made her shiver. On the one hand she was pleased to know that she could still bug him. On the other hand, being this close to him made it hard to think and to breathe. Not a good combination.
    He glared at her, and she glared right back. No way was she going to let him know how much he’d hurt her. There had been at least 120 nights since she’d last seen him, and she would bet she’d cried herself to sleep at least seventy of them. Which made her mad at both him and herself.
    The trick was to make sure he never found out that he had ever mattered. Oh, and not to let him know she was pregnant.
    â€œWhen do you plan to apologize for leaving my bed?” he asked.
    The question stunned her. She stared at him for several seconds as the words chased themselves around in her head. Was he crazy? It was a horrible time to suddenly remember she wore panties, a nightgown and a robe. Little protection against Sadik’s masculine charms.
    â€œI have nothing to apologize for. I was ready to end things, so I left.”
    The muscle in his jaw tightened. “No woman leaves my bed without being asked.”
    His arrogance really got on her nerves. “Apparently that’s not completely true, as I left before you asked. And while we’re on the subject of apologies, where’s mine?”
    The tight jaw muscles twitched. “For what?”
    He spoke through clenched teeth. It was a neat trick, she thought.
    â€œWhy am I not surprised that you don’t get it,” she said more to herself than to him. “It’s so typically male.” She folded her arms over her chest and glared at him. “You gave me jewelry, Sadik. After we made love, you offered me expensive gifts. It’s not like we had an actual relationship and cared about each other.” Okay,